The Palace of the Governors

by cheri block

Santa Fe Plaza

Cooled by the rain

The Palace of the Governors

Here tourists are buying Indian jewelry directly from the artists instead of in a store. Several years ago, while here in Santa Fe, I added a small bracelet to my collection of storytellers’ bracelets that I started about 20 years ago. My bracelets were made by Navajo, Pueblo, and Hopi artists who work in silver and some gold.

The bracelet I brought with me to Santa Fe this summer reenacts an emotional scene with two high mesas, a thunderstorm, and three horses, kicking.

Yesterday, during our seminar on Archaic Man, I drifted into a day dream and found myself in my bracelet, riding a swift steed toward a majestic mesa, far from the hauntingly beautiful Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

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About Cheri

Writer, artist, cable television host, grandmother to four!
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11 Responses to The Palace of the Governors

  1. Cyberquill says:

    Teacher Drifts into Day Dream While Attending Seminar

    Looks like you made the front page of the Santa Fe Reporter. Congratulations.

  2. Kayti Rasmussen says:

    This took me right back to this very place in time. I can almost smell the air! Lovely.

  3. Richard says:

    Phew! I can hardly keep up.
    Now let’s have (day)dreams 2 and 3.

  4. Sablock says:

    Thanks for the images. I am trying to sail away on one of those clouds but can’t seem to get a foothold. Like reaching in to whip cream, I know it’s there but not to be possessed. Damn!

  5. Cheri says:

    Thanks Richard (for so much)

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